15 Year Old Stats

I scheduled the boys' well-child visits back in June, but the earliest the doctor could get us in was August.  Fine.  We'll come in August, even though the date was after the start of Cross Country, and the boys needed physicals to participate.  We'd make it work.  We waited two months, and then, the night before the appointment, my husband erased it off my Google calendar because it also showed up on HIS calendar, but did not pertain to him.  I got a notification that he erased the appointment, but thought it was no big deal because I had gotten a reminder phone call, and had saved the message. When I checked the voicemail, it said that the appointment was at 3:30, and because of construction on the highway, we arrived at 3:35.  Our bad for being five minutes late.  In reality, though, the appointment was at 3:00, and we had missed the dang thing!!!  WHAT????  The doctor took pity on us, due to the incorrect info we had received during the reminder phone call, and said that if we waited for about 30 minutes, he'd try to squeeze us in.  Fine.  We were here, and they really needed sports physicals, so we would wait.  Within 5 minutes of the appointment starting, though, the doctor was called away for an emergency C-section.  NO!  I cried.  How would the boys get their physicals if you leave now?!?  Quinn was embarrassed by this comment by his mama, because... priorities.  The entrance of a baby into the world was obviously more important than a sports physical, but STILL.  This put us in a very precarious position, after waiting two stinking months for an appointment.  We tried to reschedule with the front desk.  He couldn't get us in again til nearly October.  That would not do.  As he left, the doctor said "just go to the walk in clinic."  OK.  We'll do that.  So that's what we did today, but instead of being free, as it would've been during a well-child visit... it cost me $75 a piece.  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  Super irritating.  Super duper irritating. All the way around.

ANYWAY.   At 15 years, 1 month, and 9 days old, both boys weigh 120.6 pounds.  Precisely.  Quinn is 5'9.5" tall, and Colby is 5'8.5" tall.  Colby has a small scoliosis, and HORRIBLE posture, which I feel probably contributes a bit to the height difference.  We went to the shoe store to buy running shoes last week, and had the boys measured.  They both are now size 13.  GOOD GRIEF.

Onward and upward, men.  Literally.

You're No Saint

Colby's name feast day:  Saint Maximillian Kolbe.  We were discussing him at dinner, when Quinn asked Colby to pour him a glass of milk.  Colby said "pour your own milk".  You know, as kind and loving brothers do.

Quinn: "St. Kolbe sacrificed his life for another human being, and this Colby can't even pour me a glass of milk.  You've got some work to do."

Don't we all.

Thanks

The scene:  Driving in the car on the way home from cross country.

Mom: "Boys, how was it?  How far did you run?"
Quinn: "About 5k.  It was long."
Mom: "You know, Brycen's cross country team runs 8 miles in practice."
Colby: "That's not true.  He's totally exaggerating."
Mom: "No he's not.  Some cross country teams run 8 to 10 miles a day."
Colby: "Not all at once.  No human being runs 8 miles all at one time, without resting or walking."
Mom: "Yes, Colby, they do.  In fact, when I was younger, I could run 8 miles without stopping.  I've done it several times."
Colby: "UGH, Mom.  You don't understand what I'm saying.  They don't do it all at once.  Brycen is totally exaggerating."
Mom: "Yes, Colby, they DO.  ALL AT ONCE.  I'm going to call Brycen right now, so he can tell you himself."
Colby: "UGH!  Don't do that!  Don't call him!  UGH!"

Calls nephew, who is in the car with his mother.

Mom: "Hi Brycen!  This is Aunt Monica!  Your cousin Colby has a question for you.  Colby?  What's your question for Brycen?"

Colby: "Hi Brycen.  Why is my mom so annoying????"

Ta Dum DUM.